Darkness inched its way closer and closer to the figure in the chair until it completely encompassed the small room... only the glow from the city lights flickered within.
Why do they do this? What do they mean...?
Taking a breath, the figure drew their legs up into the chair.
To say one thing... and mean another... always they do this, but why? Truth be told, yes? No.
The figure, the man, closed his eyes to ponder. He could feel the twinges of surpressed emotion spring to life. Again, he took a breath.
She would not like this, would she? No.... nor would they... do I...?
But it doesn't matter now.... not now.
I will have to go. They will make me. My words mean nothing to them. Yet still.... there must be a chance.... how can I tell them? What will I tell her...?
These thoughts quaked on in his mind, sending jolts of fear and distrust up his spine. Each revelation of such jolt made the man force himself to take another breath, take another breath and be calm.... but calm was not something one may so easily find.
It cannot be like this. Can they not see that this wrong?
-G.K.
Righto, I'm off to bed. Laters. Force Out-Jedi
 Jedi_Outkast · Wed Nov 03, 2004 @ 06:45am · 1 Comments |
